Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Circle of life (or death)


The hula hoop has come to the funeral parlor to pay its respects. Overcome with grief, it collapses on the floor. (Thanks to Mandy for finding this tragic portrait.)

8 comments:

PrincessLuceval said...

Every picture tells a story. Random stuff on the floors, the broom leaning dejectedly in the kitchen, and is that plastic on the windows in the hula hoop room? And the other room, is that another altar?

At least the chairs are kicking back in the yard.

Anonymous said...

Just wondering...is that a pram on the left?

Ally said...

Definitely a pram, anonymous.

Marianna said...

The only thing tragic in that is that undecidedly horrid silk floral arrangement! Yikes

bikerchick said...

The chairs. They are in cahoots again here, whispering their escape plans as the agent walks the (plank? property?) Magnificent? Do realtors have to go to hyperbole school before they can write listings that exaggerate the (imagined) good qualities of these properties?

The Mef Thing said...

I just love your explanation on this one Sara :D

Chitown Meg said...

This is disturbing and entertaining at the same time :)

The Honorable Mayor of Bethville said...

Someone is practicing their apparition!